I'm visiting Canine Companions for Independence in San Diego on Friday for my final interview for a Service dog. I'm kind of feeling like the tables have turned and I'm a pound puppy standing at the fence wagging my tail as happily as I can. "Pick me, pick me, I promise I won't pee on your carpet." But in the back of my head I'm not so sure that I can hold it that long. I really hope I'm not kicked out of the adoption line -- aaaaah, there's just so much pressure to be the favorite.
I know I'm not as well bred as the other candidates and they'll figure out that I'm just faking it and deep down I'm just another mutt with a recent bath. I admit I have flaws and hopefully those make me more endearing than rejectible.
Which brings me to the question of exactly how much does fate have a role in determining who we end up with? And for that matter, who is doing the sorting -- and is his or her sorting criteria fair? I'd like to think that when we decide to take the plunge into dog/human ownership, we actually have the right to decide what we want in a mate/mutt.
Wheen I look back on the pound puppies that we've "saved," was it really the dog choosing us? Did Skeeter choose us so we could change that ghastly name to Deacon? Absolutely!
So, there I am, back to the original plea!! Please, please, don't let me pee!"
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Aaack! It's too late to call you and tell you good luck. Calling someone at 9pm is not nice when they are either traveling or traveling in the morning.
So I'll try to rustle up some good karma to send your way and petition Providence not to let you pee.
Break a leg!
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